I remember running away from home when I was about 5. I announced to my mother that I was
"fed up" and was going to run away and join the circus. She told me to wait a few minutes while she packed a sandwich to take with me...in case I got hungry. After she gave me the sandwich, I headed out the front door and got as far as the porch steps. I sat down to figure out what my next move would be.
After a few minutes, I ate the sandwich and went back in the house...
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